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-PRESENTS-
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The Louse and the Flea
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Brother Grimms Fairy Tale #30
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Translated by Jack Zipes
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:Slashed by Fetal Juice
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:Toxic File #85
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!After reading this stupid story it made me glad that I don't have any
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suicidal dung heaps.
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!Don't ya just love my style?? Differrent egh?? What's your fucking story??
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!And then the turkey got up and said, with diligence. "Fuck South Central
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Bell, specially the FAGGOT KIBLER!! May he burn in hell.. ROBERT KIBLER I want
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you dead, somebody, kill this muther fucker so I can have peace."
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A LOUSE AND A FLEA KEPT HOUSE TOGETHER and were brewing beer in an eggshell
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when the louse fell in and was scalded. The flea began to scream as loud as
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he
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could, and the little door to the room asked, "Why are you screaming, flea?"
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"Because the louse has been scalded."
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Then the door began to creak, and the little broom in the corner asked,
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"Why are you creaking, door?"
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"Why shouldn't I creak?
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Louse has just got scalded.
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Flea is weeping."
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Then the broom began to sweep in a frenzy, and when a little cart came
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driving by, it asked, "Why are you sweeping, broom?"
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"Why shouldn't I sweep?
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Louse has just got scalded.
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Flea is weeping.
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Door is creaking."
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"Well, then I'm going to race around," said the cart, and it began racing
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around furiously, and the dung heap, which it passed, asked, "Why are you
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racing around, cart?"
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"Why shouldn't I race around?
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Louse has just got scalded.
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Flea is weeping.
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Door is creaking.
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Broom is sweeping."
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"Then I'm going to burn with fury," said the dung heap, and it began to
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burn in bright flames. Then a little tree nearby asked, "Why are you burning,
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dung heap?"
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"Why shouldn't I burn?
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Louse has just got scalded.
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Flea is weeping.
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Door is creaking.
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Broom is sweeping.
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Cart is racing."
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"Well, then I'm going to shake myself," said the tree, and it shook
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itself
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so hard that all its leaves began to fall. Then a maiden with a jug came by
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and asked, "Tree, why are you shaking?"
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"Why shouldn't I shake?
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Louse has just got scalded.
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Flea is weeping.
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Door is creaking.
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Broom is sweeping.
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Cart is racing.
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Dung heap is burning."
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"Well, then I'm going to break my water jug," said the maiden, and as she
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was breaking it, the spring from which the water came asked, "Maiden, why are
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you breaking the water jug?"
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"Why shouldn't I break it?
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Louse has just got scalded.
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Flea is weeping.
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Door is creaking.
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Broom is sweeping.
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Cart is racing.
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Dung heap is burning.
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Tree is shaking."
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"Goodness gracious!" said the spring. "Then I'm going to flow," and it
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began to flow so violently that they were all drowned in the water- the
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maiden,
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the tree, the dung heap, the cart, the door, the flea, and the louse, every
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last one of them.
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(c)opied right from the book..Fetal Juice/Toxic Shock July 1990
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